He had never heard of a lizard conspiracy before, but in a van cramped with trays of food, the overpowering smells of their twenty-one menu items mixing together, the world outside blurring by like a washing machine, amorphous and out of reach in its ruined stretches, it was hard not to believe her. It even made sense, in a way. Wasn’t that how taxes worked? Aren’t we alive just so they can skim our earnings off the top for as long as we live? But what would it matter if they were ruled by immortal dinosaurs hiding underground? He was not at war with them; he was only alive inside pieces of
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